Post by juliagoulia on Aug 21, 2014 13:00:12 GMT -5
We have a VP who is Australian (well, born in Sri Lanka, raised in Australia) and hoooooo boy. He's also abnormally sweet and charming and handsome. And gay. That is literally the only reason I have not husbanded him. And I HAVE a husband so it's saying something that THAT is the only reason I haven't, lol.
We have a VP who is Australian (well, born in Sri Lanka, raised in Australia) and hoooooo boy. He's also abnormally sweet and charming and handsome. And gay. That is literally the only reason I have not husbanded him. And I HAVE a husband so it's saying something that THAT is the only reason I haven't, lol.
Not only is he not gay, I think he's married to a black woman.
A BLACK WOMAN. HE EVEN BATS FOR MY TEAM. GODDAMNIT.
One of my client contacts was born in Italy. I thank my lucky stars whenever we talk that it's by conference call and not video conference because I just CAN'T with him. I can grin like a loon in the privacy of my office.
I'm sorry, Nugget. There is no help for this. Australians have the best accents and they know it. I'll bet he purposefully says hi to everyone just to get those reactions. Bastard.
Ugh I have never wished somebody was fugly so bad in my entire life. He's like, 6'3 with black hair and blue eyes and this big smile and a sharp dresser....WHY. WHY CAN'T THIS DUDE LOOK LIKE DANNY DEVITO.
I'll trade you am Aussie for a smoking hot law professor in tight khakis that just completed Hamlet's To Be speech during a very dull public speaking class
I just felt 200 women collectively sigh when he recited the speech for real
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
Post by DotAndBuzz on Aug 21, 2014 15:08:02 GMT -5
Yeah, I've got nothing. I'm no help.
In fact, I may be getting Mexican carry out tonight simply because the hottest of hotties works Thursday nights (what? No, I haven't made a mental note). Last time I went in there, he asked for my name for my order twice because I fumbled my name. MY NAME. Then he said he liked my glasses and I think I mumbled something in return, but I'm pretty sure it was incoherent, and surrounded by a breathy giggle laugh and deer in the headlights eyes on my part.
I'll take the kids tonight because at least then I can still stare, but also have something to distract myself and hopefully make me able to speak like an adult.